I need a break!

[scribblinlenore]

I've been working very hard this week, peoples. Much harder than usual! Tonight, I'm having dinner with bexless and barely_bean, so that will be good. Something to look forward to! But in the meantime, I need a break.

I didn't have time to do that "give me a title and I'll tell you about the story" meme, but I wanted to, and now I'm have time. Or, at least, I'm making time.

So:

Comment with the title of a story that doesn't exist, and I'll tell you about that imaginary story, maybe even write a little snippet. Feel free to include a fandom and pairing, any fandom, I'll figure something out.

Anyone else need a break on a Friday? Come out and play!

Comments

[scribblinlenore.livejournal.com]

This could go so many different ways!

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(SPN)

Growing into Me

This is a world-turned-upside-down style "body!swap" story, only the transformation isn't physical and it doesn't happen all at once. It's a gradual becoming of the other brother.

It all starts when the boys try to exorcise a lady spirit from an old plantation house in Mississippi. They salt and burn what they believe are the woman's bones, out in the family cemetary, but when they go back into the house, she's still there, a look on her face like she's smiling, like she's laughing at them.

"People have tried a lot harder than that to get rid of me, and never have," she tells them, in this sweet, mesmerizing voice that gets inside their heads and stays there. "Besides, I can't go before I give you your gift."

She raises her hand, and white light arcs out of her palm, hits them both, so hard it knocks them down, knocks them out.

When they come to, the woman is gone, and Dean says, "You think maybe burning the bones just took a while to kick in?"

"I don't know," says Sam, although he's pretty sure that's not what happened.

They pick themselves up, get on with their lives, find the next case, go back to work. Little by little, though, Sam starts to realize he's not acting like himself. They go out for a beer, and he flashes a smile at a group of ladies sitting at the bar, chats them up, walks off with a napkin with a phone number written in lipstick.

Dean wants to know, "What the hell was that?"

Sam shrugs, grins. "I can't help it if I have a way with the ladies, now can I?"

He develops an obsession for checking their weapons, cleaning the guns, doublechecks the lock at least three times every night before they go to bed. This enormous, almost crushing sense of responsibility starts to bloom in his chest. Every time he looks at his brother, he thinks: He's all I have in the world, and it's my job to keep him safe.

At the same time, Dean is starting to act like a rebel.

"There's got to be more to life than this," he says sullenly one day when they're on the trail of a werewolf.

"More than protecting innocent people from getting their throats ripped out by something evil?"

Dean turns his head stubbornly and stares out the window.

It goes on like that, Sam getting more like Dean, Dean getting more like Sam, until they have this big blow up. Sam yells at Dean that what they do is important, that he's just being selfish. Dean yells at Sam that he just wants to be normal, have a life to call his own. In that moment, the spell is finally broken, and they each return to themselves, with the knowledge of the other person's experience fully intact.

There's a final scene where they kind of talk around the issue, in tight-lipped brother fashion. Dean lets Sam know he understands his need to be his own person, not to be overshadowed by the Winchester way of life. And Sam acknowledges how protective Dean has felt toward him since they were kids, and tries to tell him that it's not his responsibility to take care of him anymore. He's all grown up, and it's a two-way street. From now on, they need to take care of each other.

Somewhere out in the mist, the lady spirit is smiling, her work here all done.

[feliz581.livejournal.com]

Oooh, that's so great! I love idea of the boys walking in eact other's shoes, so to speak. And how it happens slowly, so that they don't even really realize it.